The Story of Lucy Bad Dog

Although this is intended to be primarily a craft focused blog I thought I would start with the story of its namesake.

Lucy was of indeterminate breed, her mother was ostensibly a ridgeback and her father was also a dog. We got her from the pound at six months and she was with us for another thirteen years. During that time she never slowed down - not even for a day.

We used to joke that she thought her name was Lucy Bad Dog because she was always being told off. She was crazy dominant and used to cock her leg on things when she went for a walk. She also had a mania about little dogs, she would pounce on them and pin them down without the least provocation. She never bit or even growled at them but she would not let them go no matter how much they or their owners freaked out, as a result she did not get to go off lead at the park very often. Lucy was often her own worst enemy, she wanted to be the alpha female in our house so every time I was too nice to her she would start peeing in the lounge.

All this makes her sound like a pain but she was such a sweetheart. Anything little and fluffy she loved to death, she used to lick our bunny until he was soggy and very pissed off. She adored the rats and was more upset than we were when they died. Once she found a sick bird in the yard and gently carried in to us in her mouth. Whenever you were sick in bed she would snuggle up tight and never leave your side. She was never aggressive to anyone and she had the most beautiful golden eyes like a lion.

We miss you Lucy.